Chains

“Man is born free. But, Everywhere He is in chains.” Woman, is never born! Birth is life… She is only gifted, with a pair of machines… We call those machines ‘Eyes’ on a man’s face! Unbreakable, indestructible Chains are made with them. ‘Tears’ when in man’s Eyes! The machines are too rusted, Unrepairable! But, the chains come out with No Barriers… Chains… Embellished with pain, sufferings and tolerance. Woman, is never born… She is manufactured! Different shape. Different Form. Different Colour. Different Functions. But, The machines work alike… With chains shining bright!

I just scribble down my heart out. I write about things I've thought, felt, seen, experienced, dreamt, heard and spoken. Love people who speak sensibly and honestly. Get inspired by even non-living things and try to find out some sense even in nonsense...

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You can not control your life, there’s no remote to it to rewind, if you lose hope and start crying, you will definitely miss your precious time; Grieving over the lost chances, won’t make your tomorrow perfect, the tantrums that

Listening, to inner voice, peeling off the hurts, hammered memories. You dropp the answer and throw back the question. Something was totally amiss Absence overtakes the presence. The shadow was more frightening. No movement, A lull before a flash, then

Sometimes we are blind, The truth is visible, But we can’t see, We struggle to fight our mentality, Your eyes can see, But your mind is inflexible, Even though, The past is gone, In our mind, it remains fresh, Chaining